Page 36 of Menace in Vegas

I scream and roll off him like I’ve been electrocuted.

But I roll too far, too fast, and fall off the bed, hitting the floor with a loud thud.

Connor laughs his smug, perfect ass off.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering if it’s possible to die from embarrassment.

"Jesus, Payne," he mutters, still chuckling. "That was dramatic."

I sit up and fling a pillow at his face.

"Why were you touching me?" I snap.

His smirk deepens.

"Baby,youwere all over mefirst."

My face combusts.

“No, I wasn’t.”

His eyes glint with amusement.

"Uh, yeah, you were."

He stretches, casually flexing his perfect abs just to torture me further.

"You were clinging to me like I was your emotional support hockey player."

He flashes an arrogant smile.

"Let me tell you, sweetheart... You really committed."

I sputter.

He props himself up on one elbow, watching me like a damn predator.

"Guess this means we’re officially engaged."

“Excuse me?”

He shrugs, all faux innocence.

"You kissed me first. You groped me at dinner. Now you’re crawling all over me in bed in the middle of the night."

I stare at him like he’s insane.

His smirk turns downright wicked.

"Face it, sweetheart. You’reobsessedwith me."

I grab the nearest object—his hoodie—and throw it at his head.

He catches the hoodie mid-air, still smirking.

"I’ll take that as a yes."

“Go to hell, Byrns.”

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